“Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night: it’s spritely waking, audible, and…
In his 1959 classic book, The Sociological Imagination, the American sociologist C. Wright Mills wrote that ordinary people are often…
Watching this riveting documentary, one cannot but be deeply impressed with a side of John Kennedy few know – his hatred of oppression, colonialism, imperialism, war, and his love of freedom for all people. . . . And one is left asking: why then has this film (and its predecessor about the right-wing witch hunt and crackdown on dissent in the 1950s) not been released to the public at a time when nothing could be more timely?
The electorate continually puts its hope in the performers that the spectacle’s producers put up to front for their interests, failing to grasp that the rulers’ interests are not theirs. Arguing and anguishing over certain policy differences between Democratic and Republican presidential candidates, they fail to see that both exist to serve global capital, not regular people, that exchanging presidents is a counterfeiter’s con-game with the voters the scammers’ marks.
Wherever you go in the United States, you can see on people’s faces the strain of waiting for some absurd fear to become a reality, while things they should be fearing are repressed. You can almost feel them holding their breaths in nervous anticipation. It keeps people occupied as they await every presidential election that is “the most important one in your lifetime.”
Israel’s war crimes are U.S. war crimes. If the U.S. wanted to stop Israel’s genocide and expansion of war throughout the region, it could do so immediately, for Israel is totally reliant on U.S. support for its existence – as they like to say, “It’s existential.”
It is not uncommon to be doing something seemingly innocuous when one is flooded with wild thoughts, musings that seem…
By Sophie Michel I realized recently That If you look up at a pine tree From a certain angle With…
I wrote this essay about Kris Kristofferson on September 21, a week before he died on September 28. In the intervening week, I was surprised to receive a message from one of his children who had read my tribute and was showing it to Kris whom I was told would appreciate it. I am very sad this morning, but also glad that I wrote it when I did and that Kris may have found comfort in knowing that someone was listening and knows “he beat the devil” as he “fed the hunger in his soul.
As another October approaches, the beautiful season of colors begins here in New England. Call it October’s Surprise Party. The…